Million In The Morning

Johnny L.

If doomsday comes, how will I know?

Chances are, I’ll still be sitting here

With a drink in my hand

A glass of white wine in the afterglow

Toasting to two or three possibilities

That I can’t stand

So buy a drink for my friend

With three hands and a round face

A million in the morning, will she let me go

A million in the morning

and a million places I should be

A million in the morning, will she let me know

A million in the morning

And it’s getting later

All the time

I’m not sure what she sees in him

And as the night goes on I’m

Not quite sure what I see at all

I’m drinking myself under a pseudonym

And I get the feeling that I

Should have left here hours ago

But first I’ll punch the smile off of that

Stupid looking face

A million in the morning, will she let me go

A million in the morning

and a million places I should be

A million in the morning, will she let me know

A million in the morning

And it’s getting later

All the time

This is my own zero hour

My judgement night